Na Si did not do anything bad. He returned to his residence in a daze and angrily dropped a set of ox horn cups that he was supposed to offer to Song Beiyun. After roaring, such a seven-foot man actually sat by the bed and cried.

He did not ask for the best result, but what he waited for was the most unacceptable end for the tribe and the Khanate.

After today, he knew what the grassland would face, but now that things have come to this point, he is just an insignificant envoy. Even if he is staring at the world's infamy, he will sit on the iron-like negotiating table, holding a pen in his hand to sign a treaty that is enough for the warriors on the grassland to curse him for ten thousand years.

After a cry, he took out the jerky he brought from his hometown, and while sorting out the information to win as much rights as possible for the grassland, he put the dagger his father gave him at the coming of age gift.

After the information was completely sorted out, he picked up his pen and started writing the Death Book. When everything was done, Na Si raised his dagger and pointed it at his chest.

His chest was undulating violently, and he seemed to be struggling violently in his mind, but the tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to his chest.

But at this moment, the door outside was pushed open unyieldingly. Song Beiyun walked in from outside the door in a gorgeous dress and looked at him with a smile.

"Si, can't you think it through now?"

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, his neck raised, and the guards around him rushed forward and snatched the knife from Nashi's hand and threw it on the ground.

Then he walked forward and sat on the chair. The snail behind him removed his cloak and put it in his hand.

"I have always respected the grassland and the men on the grassland." Xiao Song said slowly, his voice softly as if he had not seen him for many years: "But throughout history, there is a truth about success and defeat. Now that the grassland is defeated, you have to bear the consequences of defeat. How could you not have thought that your wise man on the grassland?"

"Master Song." Na Si's eyes had lost their spirit and said with a dull mouth: "Na Si must die, otherwise Na Si will be despised by the entire grassland, and Na Si's tribe will be expelled."

Xiao Song gently pushed open the window, the autumn rain outside was dripping, and the cold wind poured into the room with moisture.

The raindrops slid on Song Beiyun's face, and he raised his neck and took a deep breath: "Oh my God, it looks very much like Jiangnan. That's the sir, you haven't been to Jiangnan yet?"

"No."

Xiao Song laughed, turned around, and pointed to a wooden carving on the table of the si: "No, what is on your table."

Na Si followed Song Beiyun's hand and looked over. He didn't understand what he meant, but he still answered frankly: "This is the wood carving brought by Na Si from his hometown, but Na Si's skills were just itchy."

"What is it?"

"Sure enough, Si Zi liked roosters. There were no roosters on the grassland, so Si carved one."

Xiao Song walked up to pick up the wood carving and played with it for a while before putting it back on the table, patted Na Si on the shoulder: "That Si, this is a phoenix."

"Huh?" Na Si raised his head and looked at Song Beiyun: "Mr. Song... This is really just a rooster."

"It's a phoenix."

"Song..."

Xiao Song waved his hand to interrupt him, but smiled and shook his sleeves and put his hands behind his back: "I said it is a phoenix, it is a phoenix. It is a phoenix for a day, and it is a phoenix for a lifetime. People in the world say he is a chicken, and that is the world's people are wrong. Then, I'll ask you again, what is this?"

"I……"

But Song Beiyun did not ask Na Si to give the answer. After he said that, he took the people out of the door, leaving Na Si alone sitting there. His heart was full of twists and turns, and his heart was surging.

In ancient times, it was called a deer and a horse, but now it was called a chicken and a phoenix.

If it were in the past, Si would have to think hard, but today is different. He is already in the state of decisive death, and this suggestion made him suddenly realize.

This is true for everything in the world. As long as it is the highest, no one can say a word.

What Si was worried about was that people were afraid of, but what if Si Ru was like Song Beiyun? Who else in the world dared to say something right?

The Khanate of the Golden Horde was just a group of more than a hundred tribes. The Khan could make a Khan, so why couldn't the Khan do it?

And in this confused world situation, who can be able to make oneself succeed? After counting, it was the Night Emperor Song Beiyun.

He had just made it clear that the things in the sect were not chickens. He said that it was not, and that was not, no one said that.

This courage and power really made Na Si feel the domineering power of the Celestial Kingdom. At that moment, Na Si, who was familiar with the history of the Han Dynasty, seemed to see the prosperous Tang Dynasty that once stood on the eastern land and looked up to by everyone.

At this moment, the light of hope became as bright as the sky light that broke through the clouds. He immediately understood what he should do, and no matter what he did, he would not sit here and write his suicide note.

Destiny cannot be controlled by others. So Si made up his mind. He got up and tore up his suicide note, reorganized the information, put away the dagger that symbolized the warrior, and let the entourage shoot some cold well water to wash his body, then went to bed to regain his energy.

The next day, the tripartite talks were held in the largest official garden in Yanjing. Song State represented Song Beiyun and seven envoys, while Liao State represented the king of the Southern Court, King Xiao, and thirteen ministers of the Northern and Southern Privy Council of the Liao State, and one was the grassland mission led by Nasi.

After the group entered the Guanyuan, they entered the first round of negotiations after a brief wait.

The three parties made their statements on the current situation, the blame for the war and the situation of the war damage of each party.

It is certain that the grassland was determined to be the initiator of the war, and this is indisputable, but the number one victim of the Song and Liao dynasties was scrambling to spit.

Song Beiyun was drinking tea throughout the whole process. He didn't speak, but just let the seven professionals around him debate.

Because Song Beiyun has never been good at debate, if someone insists on debating, whether it is the Liao Kingdom or the grassland, he will pull a cannon and then paste a note on the muzzle and write "Optical debater, this is our argument."

In the end, the thirteen ministers of the Liao Kingdom failed to win the debate. They were all a little discouraged, but the King of the South Court had a normal expression. As a general, how could he not know that the victory or defeat on the battlefield was the bargaining chip on the negotiating table?

The Song Dynasty was the biggest victim, so the compensation was also the most. So the seven King Kongs under Song Beiyun began to draft the agreement on the spot, and when they drafted the agreement, the other two parties also began to draft the agreement.

The so-called peace meeting is a bargaining business. Whether it is the Song and Liao dynasties or the grasslands, they must try their best to win the greatest benefits for their country.

This is normal and reasonable, because as long as it is a normal country, from the emperor to the people, it must take safeguarding the interests of the motherland as its highest value. As for whether it can be protected, it is the responsibility of the motherland.

The three agreements were drafted soon, and then they were circulated in turn, and the State of Song gave the grassland, the grassland was given to the Liao State, and the State of Liao State was given to the Song State.

After a cycle like this, it is called a cycle.

After the first round, the second round of negotiations also began. Everyone knew that the first round of collegials was all treacherous, and that was not a violation of the other party's bottom line, and that was just a joke.

For example, the collegial letter of Song State requires the grassland to cede the territory to the Beihai. Where is the Beihai? It’s all to Lake Baikal, and further up there are a few cups of bitter and cold places. Not to mention people, even bears can starve to death.

However, the grassland collegial letter was taken lightly, and he was willing to compensate Song and Liao for a total of 5,000 sheep and 5,000 kilograms of various meat products.

This is enough to be stuck between the teeth? It is not enough to be enough to eat and drink for the Song and Liao coalition forces for seven days. This is naturally nonsense, so everyone naturally disagrees.

So the second round of negotiations began, and the gunpowder smell of the second round of negotiations was usually very strong because the grassland was unable to compensate the needs of the Song and Liao countries. Moreover, the amount of compensation in the proposals of the Song and Liao countries was much higher than the punishment for the war against the Western Xia.

The negotiations have been ongoing. Compared with the previous negotiations on Xixia, this peace talks seem more rigorous and more difficult.

Because Song Beiyun's plan is to castrate the grassland rather than to ask for resources, the grassland is just a little resource, and their survival is a problem after it is really plundered. When human survival is threatened, the so-called agreement is paper in the toilet.

The negotiation lasted for five days. During these five days, I don’t know how many cups and plates in the Guanyuan were dropped, but Song Beiyun didn’t seem to care. He would always hold a huge porcelain cup with tea in it and a book in his hand. He sat in the negotiation venue for a day and didn’t say a word.

However, his words were not waterproof, because every time he spoke, the negotiation framework between Liaoguo and the grassland would be further narrowed, which eventually led to the Liao Kingdom and the grassland officials who secretly glanced at Song Beiyun's face when they were fantastic.

Five days later, the roughly treaty had been confirmed, and by this time the Jin soldiers had arrived less than 500 miles outside the city.

Song Beiyun was not panicked. He still revised the treaty slowly. There were only five of his seven kings left, and two of them had tonsils and fever in the house because of the fierce quarrel.

The situation on the other end of the Liao Kingdom was not much better. Five of the thirteen accompanying officials fell ill, and the situation of the war was not optimistic.

"I have a lot of mental pressure and can't sleep well at night. In addition, the weather has become colder, so Iron Man can't stand it." Xiao Song said to Biluo while resting: "This is a diplomatic front, both a front and a battlefield. It's just that there is no smoke of gunpowder."

Biluo beat Song Beiyun and rubbed his shoulders: "Where is the master, I am still alive. The little slave was almost dead yesterday."

"I have a lot of pressure." Xiao Song leaned on the chair: "I was thinking about how to negotiate with the grassland ten years ago, how to negotiate if I lose, and how to negotiate if I win."

"That's amazing."

"You praised it a little against your will." Xiao Song pointed to his neck: "But no one would believe this."
Chapter completed!